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issue, really
My issue is you and me
I love you too much, and I'm going fucking crazy
We are never going back, so you better love me
Every time you're by

guaranteed
It's Chan gellatto got dammit and nun u niggas is fuckin wit me

Please don't pretend like you don't know
Labuu built like a box combo
Speed around

finish up this album
I love you
Stacks
Girl I got everything I want in life
But you not by my side
Everytime you come around I be catching butterflies
You

to your grandad
I don't want you to have a step dad
Except when I am six feet
I want you to be raised by me and her
So I pray for strength to not cheat

don't love me
Baby, feel my song
Telling DJ, no cham it
I do notice you all
The way you working your body
Baddoo Osa, did I lie?
Anything you want from me

Can you make me some Bou Lou?
Said come on now, pass the Bacardi
Hit me up with that invite
And imma be last to the party

Whoo!

I don't even think I

"Fuck all of you non-believers" (Fuck 'em)
Don't bother texting me or calling either
I gotta stay away from toxic people (Yup)
Heart cold, you could say I

I know they studying footsteps
When I'm walking by

Young Boss, I'm the Leader of the Enterprise
They don't do it like
I do it they don't qualify
If I

do what I can and still do what I can't
You've been doing comedy you know that I can't stand
And if that flew by your head then let me give you a hand

by the book
Leave you wonder what I took
Leave you calling me a crook
I don’t know how you mistook
What you do as being good
Thinking you misunderstood

provide you the steps
Need to get lifting to put up my reps
Don’t cross Cheri love that woman to death
By God my God I never thought I’d be here
All these

style cochino
Roll thru San Bernardino in a black El Camino
I got a castle in Maine like a king call me Steven
My last cigarette I pull my loosey out,

style cochino
Roll thru San Bernardino in a black El Camino
I got a castle in Maine like a king call me Steven
My last cigarette I pull my loosey out,

pressure
It's funny cause my nigga atheist
But he still found a way to bless us
Double cross on the necklace
Keep a Bible on my dresser
Thank God, He never

papers by ABBA
No longer chain slaving like Leia to JABA
So here is the truth your pastors been lying 
The cross smashed your sin it meant more than just

Imma go and get it, rocket fully loaded, don't  get floated in the frenzy
We shoot for t, infini
When you shoot for stars I get wounded by the glock work

What about one plus one
Jamais de fumer sans feu
Jt'au volant d'un album number on
Jamais de fumer sans beuh
J'arrete si j'le veux pis i stop if i

follow me off the go
Whole hood know, but I was just tryna be him in time
He wrote an album for my block, The Source should've gave it five
Right?

nigga
She told me her nigga was a plain nigga
I'm up the court just pass up the rock
Hate a pussy nigga that play for the cops
He don't wanna die so you

cross by and
The other day I wrote down thoughts of words made no sound the future I've found
Do you want to hear it?
The worst of those feared is

oh oh

But not a superstar, you know
It's like a service job

Nobody paid me to write this
Only track on the record that wasn't a paid assignment
cnd

the devil employed

Ill surely wait
The choices made
Don't appeal to me
Yall aint make it look good enough
To make us immigrate
Talking about some more

the source of my music and albums
Diamonds on me they more precious than Autumn
You should see me whenever they blossom
I don’t got many friends need to call

my ass off i make 100 songs in my sleep, bitch! 
And if you dont fuck with the music i swear to God yall gon feel me now
Im the muhfucking king dont